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Do not stare upon Spider Web Septarians too long. If they decide you have done wrong-
You will be turned into but a statue for the Diamonds to decorate with.
Before the traitorous princess was hung, she uttered her final words in fury.
“Any who wield my sword after I will be cursed to continue my mission of justice! None will suffer as my people have!”
Her curse rang in their ears as she was dropped. The Curse of the Viking Princess began.
my son has blood rushing to his head help-
sooo @yaboy-robin posted a sketch dump which made me want to do a zoom blur of one of his drawings, so I dot paint.net on my computer and then proceeded to have too much fun making stupid pictures.
a peridot sketch I’m not gonna use for anything cause the idea was scrapped but I liked too much to not post.
“Hi! Would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?!”
“....”
me: .
brain: hey yknow how Hitchcock has no scars from their fight with Boss?
me: .....I always assumed there were some arm scars that faded with time
brain: nope; hitchcock has a hip scar and trouble walking without a cane now. fuck you
me:
me: aight.
just like.... pretend this is colored. I’m too lazy lol
White Diamond, Blue Diamond, Yellow Diamond, and Spinel make Antimony
A Covellite I've had forever that I haven't bothered to post till now. She's slightly shorter than average, only coming to Garnet's heigh instead of a head taller than Garnet.
She was born next to my rebel Covellite and holds hate and disgust in her heart for the rebel who saved her from the chopping block when she was born. How could her sisterCovellite rebel against Homeworld? Side with the crystal gems? Leave her?
She has a crush she refuses to acknowledge on the gem she records, a newscaster gem known as Datolite. I call this one "Violet" or "Smalls" to differentiate her from my other Covellite lol.
“YOU BROKE US!”
I don’t necessarily think that two gems fused together have to make the same gem as two other gems of the same type do. I mean, fusions name themselves right? Who’s to say a Ruby and a Sapphire couldn’t make a Tourmaline or something like that.
So here’s (pink) Porcelain. These two aren’t good for each other. Their trama mixed together is not good. They create a toxic fusion where they’re trying to lay their traumas onto each other and well…. It doesn’t end well. They aren’t stable and fall apart with ease.
(Design notes: three eyes, four arms. Her right bottom arm is broken off and glued back on poorly. Her “base” is craked in a manner where if she isn’t careful, her entire base will break off. I decided against doing a reset version of this little lady unlike I did with Harlequin.)
(story under the cut :3c)
Simone took a deep breath of forest air. It'd been.... so long. She knew this instinctively. Somewhere, in her core, she knew time had passed. She knew Ella had abandoned her. Pity. The girl had shown so much potential. A natural with a blade. That was the past now, though. New potential was to be had with this next wielder! This- This-
Simone looked around in confusion. Where was her new wielder?
A whimper came from the ground.
Simone looked and frowned in worry. A very, very young boy was there. He was no older than ten. No- younger. He was dirty, his braid a mess. Staring up at Simone in pure fear. Her blade laid discarded to the side. He must have been trying to play with it.
Simone bent down to be eye level with the boy. This.... This was her new wielder? It had to be a joke. Surely, the curse wouldn't hit someone so..... so young. So innocent.
The boy scooted away from her, whimpering louder. Thudding against a tree behind him. No, no- he could see her. It had to be.... He had to be affected by the power of her curse.
God, why couldn't she have been more specific in her final moments? Only those willing could wield her! Then she wouldn't have so many failures under her belt. No CHILDREN! She didn't want to bring this child into all of this. She was thinking of rejecting this child. She could do that, she knew. She'd only done it once or twice. When those with too much evil in their hearts (but not enough to kill) tried to wield her. But....
"Don't-" The child- a drow, now that she looked better- tried scooting away more. He couldn't. "Don't hurt me."
That hurt to hear. Had someone whose soul was evil laid a hand on this child? That made Simone's heart grow with anger. How dare they! How dare they hurt someone so innocent- so new. So- So-
Like her.
She'd been hurt by evil at a young age too. A bit older than him, maybe, but that didn't matter. How was she to know that this child didn't have the potential to be a justice monger like her? Maybe in a few years.....
Simone smiled warmly at the boy and rose, dusting her dress off, "Oh, no no, my child. I would never hurt you. Please, tell me, what is a boy like yourself doing here? In this abandoned place?" Curiosity pricked at the back of her mind. What had gotten this boy so scared of an adult hurting him?
The child looked over to the side before pointing, "I fell."
Simone looked over. In the distance, a short cliff with a village atop it. Ahh. He must live there. He wouldn't be returning. She wouldn't bring him somewhere he obviously felt unsafe.
She looked back at him and smiled, "Could you tell me your name, darling?"
The boy shifted uncomfortably, "You first."
Simone smiled, putting a hand to her chest "I am Simone." The child must have a reason to be so uncomfortable with sharing his name first. Perhaps there had been fae nearby at one time. "Your turn."
The boy hesitated before speaking quietly, "Quynn."
Simone internally noted his discomfort at the name. Maybe something could be done about that. "Well, Quynn-" She frowned and bent down slightly. Serious now. "Where are your parents?" She had to see their souls. Only the evil could hurt someone so new to the world-
The boy shifted uncomfortably and looked down. He then looked at her defensively and spouted (quickly, like ripping a bandage off), "What's it to you?!"
Simone approached him carefully and offered a hand to help him up. "Well, child, if you had, hypothetically, a situation where you didn't want to go home.... I could take you with me."
He looked at her hand in curiosity before looking up at her with stars in his eyes. "Really? You're not just saying that? This isn't a trick or somethin?"
She chuckled warmly, "Quynn, I promise I would never trick you. No matter how long we decide to stay together, I will never trick you." She then frowned at him seriously, "But I will warn you, the path I walk is dangerous. You may be hurt, but never by me."
The boy hesitated a moment before taking her hand quickly. "Good enough."
Simone smiled. She always wanted to be a mother.
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Simone shakily tried to get up. This couldn't be it- She couldn't lose. Not now- Not-
Not to Covah.
She looked at the boy she'd raised from seven. How had it come to this? He was so ruined. So hurt- She'd broken her promise. She was so terrible for hurting him so- But she couldn't think of this now. She had to fight to survive, for the first time in two thousand years.
Covah approached her carefully, dropping his sword. The rapier he'd hidden from her. Gotten to fight her. "Mother, please," He begged as he offered a hand to her. To help her up. "I don't want to fight you."
"Funny," She spit venomously, "You sure seemed eager to do that when we got up here."
Covah flinched before shaking his head, "Mother- please- it doesn't have to be like this." He smiled and motioned to the horizon. "We can leave here, together! We can start anew. Rid the world of evil without death. I don't know how but- but we can do it! We can change, you can change. You don't have to-" He frowned to her and flicked his eyes away uncomfortably, "We don't have to hurt anyone anymore. Hurt each other." He bent down to his knee. The one she'd ripped from him so brutally. "Please, mother, give this a chance."
Simone looked up to her son sadly. He sure had grown up, hadn't he? She was proud, despite everything. Despite the betrayal. Despite- Despite-
Her eyes caught the scar on his face. She..... She had done that. She saw how Covah flinched away from her now. She... She was no better than evil, was she? The ones she condemned. Who was she, to say it was wrong but turn around and do it herself?
A hypocrite, that's what.
God, Covah was right.
Maybe.... Maybe Covah's future would be better without her. He'd be better without her.
That's all she wanted. Was her son to be happy. And he wouldn't be happy so long as she was there. He'd be uncomfortable around her, forever.
She smiled bitterly, sadly up to her son. Her baby Covah. It would be okay. So long as he was happy. That's what all mothers wanted, in the end, right?
"I'm sorry, Covah." She lunged at his throat.
Covah grabbed her nearby sword quickly and flung it into the volcano.
It'd be okay. So long as he was happy.....